Lord, I will write novels to support you

Tang Ke jumped back to the courtyard in front of the study with a light tap of his toes.

Zhu Wenzhen came up to meet him, looked at him with a slight smile, and his blue python robe fit him very well, which made his cold white skin more delicate, and his original cold temperament became even stronger.

"Why did you come and leave without saying goodbye?" Zhu Wenzhen's slightly raised almond eyes smiled particularly attractively, "I'm waiting for you."

Tang Ke looked at the person in front of him, swallowed, feeling a little dry, "Geng, Boss Geng, your clothes..."

Zhu Wenzhen tilted his head slightly, the corners of his lips raised, "I borrowed it from King Jing, don't you like it?"

Tang Ke smiled stiffly, "Can we order some things from Yangjian? You can scare me to death with your outfit. Isn't it illegal for you to wear your master's clothes casually like this?"

It's okay to cosplay, who is not good to cosplay that King Jing?

Zhu Wenzhen frowned slightly: "Don't you like Xiao Ke? But don't you think about King Jing day and night? I thought that dressing like this could comfort Xiao Ke's pain of lovesickness..."

Tang Ke waved his hand, "Don't, I have a bad heart. Boss Geng will play new tricks in the future. Can you give me a high-energy warning first, so that I can be mentally prepared in advance?"

Zhu Wenzhen lowered his eyes, unable to hide the disappointment on his face.

Tang Ke saw it in his eyes and thought it was exaggerated, so he hurriedly added: "To say something disrespectful, this set of prince's python robe is very suitable for you. You look good in it."

Sure enough, Zhu Wenzhen swept away the haze on his face immediately when he heard the words, and smiled again: "Do you like it, Xiao Ke?"

Tang Ke was stunned. He didn't want to understand why Boss Geng was so obsessed with his liking, but he thought Boss Geng was really a happy and easily satisfied person, and he could change his face with just one sentence.

He likes to see the smile on that face, and also likes the crescent shape of those eyebrows and eyes, so he grins and nods, "I like it."

Sure enough, Zhu Wenzhen smiled and frowned, stepped forward and pulled Tang Ke to the study, "I was waiting for you outside the yard, but you handed in the book just now? Then let's read it inside today?"

Whenever he met Zhu Wenzhen's black and white innocent eyes, Tang Ke couldn't say any words of rejection, and he accepted everything he said.

When Tang Ke came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the teacher's chair by the window.

Zhu Wenzhen was sitting at the desk, spreading out the novel update that was delivered, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Tang Ke sitting in a chair with his back straight.

Zhu Wenzhen thought, Xiao Ke stared at him with blunt and burning eyes like the first two times when he came to the villa.

Before being stared at by such eyes, Zhu Wenzhen only felt uncomfortable, but after he tasted the emotion, he began to miss the feeling of being secretly observed by the other party, but Xiao Ke no longer wanted to look at him with such eyes up.

Now being stared at like this again, Zhu Wenzhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his face blushed unconsciously, but his gaze was fixed on the contents of the book and he dared not move away, for fear that if he raised his eyes, he would meet the scorching hot face opposite him. When the eyes meet, the pair will fly away like a butterfly.

After Tang Ke drank alcohol, his consciousness was not as clear as before, and he followed his heart and actions in every move, without the usual restraint and restraint.

He liked to stare at Boss Geng, so he stared straight at him at this moment.

Boss Geng's expression every time he reads his articles will arouse Tang Ke's satisfaction as a writer to the greatest extent.

To Tang Ke, the words written by himself can affect a person's emotions in this way, which makes him far happier than seeing the sales of his novels increase exponentially in bookstores.

Tang Ke thought, Boss Geng is really interesting.

When I first met him, I thought he was cold and arrogant, had a bad temper, and liked to put on airs, but after getting along for a long time, I found that he didn't deliberately put on airs to reject people, but he was just an extremely innocent and straightforward person who didn't know how to flatter, and his thoughts were all written on his face people.

Tang Ke didn't know how Boss Geng got the position of steward of Luming Mountain Villa, but he could borrow King Jing's python robe at will.

Although Tang Ke was not sure how much Boss Geng was involved with Lord Jing, he was certain of one thing—Boss Geng was well protected.

Boss Geng's innocence is a characteristic of being pampered and cared for by everyone since he was a child, and he has never experienced wind and rain, let alone the ugliness and darkness of the world.

Such traits have never been seen in Tang Ke since Tang Ke could remember.

He smiled wryly in his heart, thinking that he and Boss Geng were really people from two completely opposite worlds. If it wasn't for this little book, the two would definitely not have any intersection.

Tang Ke thought again, Boss Geng always dragged him to read the text like this, and when he read it, he always asked him to cooperate with the performance. In fact, it wasn't just because he had a crush on King Jing's character design.

Boss Geng seemed to use him as a blank wall, projecting his beautiful fantasies about love onto it, showing a good show he directed and acted himself.

Tang Ke backed down again and again, resisting Boss Geng's various weird requests, but he didn't want to be that white wall.

But thinking about it now, Boss Geng is actually more like a dazzling clam. He quietly approached Tang Ke, opened the clam shell, and let Tang Ke see the soft and tender clam meat inside, tempting him to reach out and touch it.

Tang Ke was afraid of such a straightforward expression on the other side, afraid that if he really stretched out his hand, he would be tightly clamped by the insurmountable class gap between the two, and in the end they would end up in a situation where both sides would suffer.

But at this moment, Tang Ke had a thought, thinking that if he is as naive as Boss Geng, he may not have the courage to make the fake show come true, right?

If Tang Ke no longer flinched, but turned to attack as defense, and stretched out his hand to touch the very alluring clam meat, the clam would definitely shrink back into its shell in fright and flee away.

Thinking of such a scene, Tang Ke unconsciously raised the corners of his lips.

Zhu Wenzhen finished reading the update, raised his head, and looked at Tang Ke with disappointment in his eyes, "Xiao Ke, today's update, why is it so..."

"So what?"

When Tang Ke spoke, his voice was low and the ending rose, with a hint of provocation. Zhu Wenzhen's almond eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at him vigilantly.

Tang Ke was very satisfied with this reaction, and continued: "So serious? Boss Geng prefers unscrupulous updates?"

Zhu Wenzhen was stunned by Tang Ke's sudden change, and paused for a moment before whispering in a dazed voice: "I, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Tang Ke chuckled, got up and came to Zhu Wenzhen's side, and leaned over to press him, "I am the author, what love story Boss Geng wants to hear, I just tell you on the spot, huh?"

Zhu Wenzhen felt the hot air from Tang Ke's body mixed with the smell of alcohol rushing towards his mouth and nose, making him unable to breathe. He instinctively leaned back a little, turned his head to hide, but his chin was suddenly caught He squeezed it, forcing him to turn his head and look up at the face half hidden under the mask.

Zhu Wenzhen's heart missed a few beats, and the hands on his side clenched the corners of his clothes into layers of folds, and as his chest rose and fell slightly, his body trembled a little.

Tang Ke stared at every subtle expression of the person in front of him with drunken eyes, confirming his guess.

Boss Geng pulled him into acting, just like the persona he threw out who had a crush on King Jing.

If he really wanted to take a step forward, the other side would definitely shrink back into his shell.

Tang Ke lowered his eyes, took a panoramic view of the panic expression in those slightly red almond eyes, and suddenly became playful, "Or, compared to those love words, Boss Geng prefers more practical actions?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Ke leaned down and put his lips on the other's bright red lips.

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